Old Bart had had enough, he thought,Of Jesus-stuff his father taughtAnd reconfigured God as troll –Imagination's deep, dark hole,Which measures six-by-six-by-four,The slot behind that final doorThrough which old Bart, will pass, thinks he,Where all things stink eternally.

I find it interesting because I had Christmas Eve dinner with my younger brother and his wife and their two sons and her sister, and found that Alan and Peggy have decided to follow their sons into atheism. (They had been UCC.)